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Frame Of Mind

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In speaking with my Darling Niece this morning, it was mentioned “The Difference is Our Frame of Mind.”  How True.  We hear the expression “The same water that softens the potato, hardens the egg.” How do we handle Hot Water?

Depends on my Frame of Mind.  And everyday, sometimes moment by moment, that can Change.  Some would want to make a Mental Illness out of it.  But it’s called Daily Building Materials.  What are They?  What did we Order from the Hardware Store today?

Did a shipment of Entitlement show up?  Along with Pride and Self Pity? That’ll be a fun thing to Build with!  And what a Dwelling Place to live in!  I’ll tell you One Thing, it won’t stop the Rain from Coming In, and the Toxic Black Mould that ensues will Make You Sick.

How about Humility.  Gratitude and Hope.  Faith and Mercy.  Long-suffering and Kindness.  How about Joy.  Now that is the proper Skeleton to Frame your Mind.  That is the Materials for a Sound Mind.

I don’t know how Yesterday went for you, but man, I ordered the Wrong Supplies.  So this  Mornings Meditations and Help from Dear Sweet Co Builders we Tore that Rotten Structure Down, and Man I’m excited to Build Today.

Thank You to my Community of Master Builders.  I love your Quality Craftsmanship.

 

xoxo

 

 

 

Under Construction

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My whole street is blocked off.  There’s concrete pump trucks and construction workers.  Orange pylons and metal fences.  Jackhammers and generators noisily working.  For months now.  It’s Annoying.  Isn’t anything that’s Half Built?

Half Built Dreams.  Half Built Education. Half Built Relationships.  Half Built Careers.

There’s a Period of Time in anything of Value where it’s Messy.  Dirty and Labour Intensive.  It looks nothing like the End Product. All you have is a Vision.  And lot’s of times it doesn’t come to Fruition very fast.  The only thing to keep morale up and motivation strong is Vision.  The Desired Outcome.

Every day we need to Tap into Visualization.  Visualize your Life where you want it to be.  What we Visualize  we Become.  See yourself as a Failure, and that’s what is Manifested. Keep telling yourself you’re Lazy, Unorganized and Crazy, you will be Disappointed.

Today, tell Yourself you are Under Construction.  And Dream of the Outcome.

Happy.  Strong.  Focused.  Ambitious.  Brave.  And most of all Kind.

Now that’s A Beautiful Building.  A Beautiful place to Reside.

Happy Building!

xo

 

Romance The Dark Out of Everything

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I admit,  I’m a “Romanticizer“. I Romance the Heck out of Everything.

 In My Life. And Yes, In Yours too.

The Rose Coloured glasses are here to Stay.  I don’t like Ugly.  That doesn’t mean I don’t like the Truth.  It just means, I’m going to find a Way to make it Pretty.  I firmly believe in the Ultimate Good.  Some days it’s a Struggle out here.   Sometimes to Breaking Point.  Some Days there’s  Failure .

I am not a Failure and  I don’t see You as a Failure either.

I see Beautiful Humanity.  I see the Beautiful Intricacy that makes You, You.  Your Handicaps Intrigue Me.  Your Frailty Warms Me.  Your Struggle makes me want to Battle for You.

But I first had to Learn.

Learn to have my Handicaps not make me feel Shame.  I had to Learn to feel Kindness towards my own Infirmity.  I had to Learn to Battle Against Myself for Myself. I Learned to Show Up for Myself.  And in Learning that I Learned to Show Up for Others.

Some would say maybe I still have a Long Ways To Go.  And they’re Right.  But I don’t Look at the Distance with Fear, nor do I look at my Progress as Slow.  Because I’m busy Smelling Roses on this Journey of Life and Scattering Rose Petals ...

all over my Crazy and Yes, Yours Too.

Love you all. xo

Never Too Old

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I have a dream of being a ballet teacher to children one day.  I see myself with my grey hair in a little ballerina bun bending low to hear the whispered requests of darling children.  So one beautiful sunlit evening last summer after work, found me walking down 8th Avenue to my first ballet class at Alberta Ballet.  I really don’t dance beyond myself with one of my children as hostages.  My dog Charlie dances with me quite happily.  So it is with anticipation and a lot of drummed up courage that I find myself making this happy trek.  I meet one of my acquaintances from Nordstrom who worked in shoes along the way.  He’s waiting for his taxi.  I tell him where I’m going.  He said with a flourish, “Of course, you’re a ballet teacher!  How did I not pick up on that!” He clearly is a soothsayer, I say to myself.  No, he is just ridiculously kind.  But it did set me on my journey with a bit more confidence, strengthening my resolve that seemed to grow weaker with each step.  Heartened, I press the buzzer to be let in.  Clutching my gear tightly under my armpit.  My finger was definitely trembling.  My teacher is perfect.  She’s delicate and blonde with even a heavy french accent.  My heart is thrilled.  I look around.  There’s women and girls stretching.  There is even a woman waiting to play the piano as we dance.  I’ve never plied before.  Ever.  I didn’t even try it in the mirror before I left the house.  Talk about winging it.  But I’m excited.  Long ago I lost my need to appear skilled.  I just was so happy to be there.  Participating.  Enjoying this moment in time.  It was a magical hour.  I plied.  I danced.  I adored the rhythm of my wonderful teachers voice as we all dipped and twirled.  It was such a pure expression of beauty.  I’m even more impassioned to become a ballerina teacher to little children.  For I feel, it takes more love and commitment to building their confidence then skill.  But for now, I will build my skill.  And i will learn to build my own confidence by each day stretching myself out of my comfort zone.  I hope you will too today.  Love you all.